Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.